Illustrations.
| PAGE | |
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| “He ran forward, closely followed by the others” | |
| Frontispiece | [41] |
| “Ran ... to the side of his friend, whom he seized by the collar” | [61] |
| “Angry copper-colored faces showed at the opening” | [135] |
| “This engine of death drifted slowly into the mist” | [216] |
| “Two black streaks, bearing fluffy burdens of white, were moving swiftly down the moonlit road” | [280] |
INCALAND.
CHAPTER I.
IN THE ANDES.
Harvey held some of the white substance in both hands, examined it curiously, then let it filter through his benumbed fingers.
“This is snow, isn’t it?” he exclaimed.
Hope-Jones and Ferguson laughed.
“What! Have you never seen snow before?” asked the former.
“Of course not. Didn’t I tell you that I visited the States only once, when I was little more than a baby, and remained but a month or two? I’ve never been in these regions any more than have you. I can remember rainfall, but snow! this is the first I have seen,” and he stooped over again, scooping up a fresh handful of the white, fluffy flakes that had covered the ground to the depth of an inch.